Beneath my feet, the earth is ready. I know it's time for heaven's rain...

It is the 19th of August 2007.

That is scary.

Not only has this been the quickest summer ever, but L6 was, without a doubt, the quickest school year ever. One minute I'm trying Mrs Stirling's malteaser buns for the first time, and the next minute I'm getting the results of my AS levels, which, by the way, went absolutely fine; 3 As and a B in English Lit, despite my food poisoning. Cannot. Believe. It.

I seriously thought I had failed King Lear. I thought I'd maybe get about 10 out of 90 for effort. I have considered the likely possibility that the examiners may have fallen asleep while marking my paper and dreamt they had read another essay. Oh well, all I care about is that I will never have to flick through another copy of King Lear again in my life. Yeehah.
In a few months, once I'm studying Wife of Bath, no doubt I'll regret ever saying I hated King Lear and will be begging to study it again.

I am currently feeling very content with regards to the whole university application process, not particularly confident, but content. I feel as though there is no point in worrying about since, after all, there is nothing I can really do if they don't accept me. I have done my best and if they aren't happy with that, well...screw them, to put it bluntly.

It scares me to think that this time next year I will ( fingers crossed) be preparing to move out, which means growing up. I do not feel particularly ready for this, so part of me is terrified. On the other hand, I'm quite excited to begin a whole new chapter of my life, pardon the cheese.
I'm also quite sad that my school years are coming to an end, because although it hasn't always been a barrels of laughs, which I can only put down to stupidly choosing art for GCSE and AS, some of my funniest, fondest memories have taken place there.

Right now, though, I am concentrating on enjoying the last few weeks of my summer holidays, though with a distinctive lack of sun, it's hard to believe that it is summer, and has been for the past 2 months. Tomorrow, I plan to go in to Carrick, renew my library book, which I have not yet got round to reading, put money in my virtually empty bank account and then go to an outreach thing in Downshire Presby in the evening, which should be fun.

On Tuesday, I'm intending to go in to town with a few girlies from school to meet up with Adeline, who's going back to France soon, for lunch, which will be lovely as I haven't seen her in ages and would love to see her before she goes back home. I seriously dread the thought of getting some other french assistant next year unless, of course, they're hot and, in which case, are obviously of the male gender.

I'm not sure what plans I have for the rest of the week, except for heading down to Downshire for a few days and then going to Skid's barbecue on saturday night, which'll be a laugh I'm sure, and full of lots of reminiscing about good ol' Moldova. I'll have to think of more activities than that though, or I'll find myself bored and wishing my other half, who has buggered off to the middle of nowhere for 2 weeks, was just around the corner.

This was an unintentionally long blog. I purposely tried to make it short and, evidently, failed miserably.


I would love to write a book some day. However, that is a story for some other time.

Bonne nuit, mes amies fantastiques.

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